I like espresso a lot more than I did when I first arrived in France (both times. It was a long process). And now I can drink of a lot of it because of this:
It’s a single-cup espresso maker that my friend Sarah gave me as we were all packing up to leave the country. How cool, right? Everyone should have one. The only problem is that I foresee a fight over it between my dad & I come mid-August when I move down to Irvine….
From the way everyday life-in-Burbank things have been surprising me, it’s obvious that I’m having some trouble adjusting after having been gone for 10 months. I got dinner with EB a few nights ago, and I totally forgot that we charge tax on top of the prices advertised (whoops, good thing I also had my debit card on me). Also, I bought some groceries at Ralph’s the other day, and I think the cashier was annoyed that I was awkwardly trying to bag my own groceries (I totally forgot that we don’t have to do that here!). Also, I keep wanting to walk across the street, but then I have to remind myself that there’s most likely a police officer lurking around the corner waiting to write me a ticket, sigh. Oh well, I guess everything takes some time.
Also, I’m moving back to Irvine in a month to start my teaching credential program in the social sciences. Originally I was told that I wouldn’t be placed in housing, and then a few weeks later they sent me an email saying that I was 210 on the waitlist and most likely still wouldn’t receive housing. But then the very next day I was told that I had an apartment waiting for me, with my own room and awesome rent and parking included and close to my classes AND with a roommate who’s planning on having a cat. I AM SO EXCITED.
I’ve been lagging on blogging because I’ve been so busy since I got home, but as soon as things settle down, you can expect regular blog posts 🙂
I’m back in Burbank, and it’s interesting because I’m returning home after being away for the longest I’ve ever been. On one hand, it feels perfectly natural, as if I never left, and on the other hand I feel like a foreigner — I didn’t remember how to turn on the burners on our stove, and tomorrow when I get back in my car for the first time, I’m going to be hoping and praying that driving stick comes back to me naturally (more naturally than it came to me when I was first learning, I hope!).
Burbank might not be Paris, but it does have its advantages. Garbage disposals, for instance. When I woke up at 5AM on Saturday morning to make coffee, I was DELIGHTED to remember that in the good ol’ United States of America, we like to make life easy for ourselves, and we can pour coffee grounds down the drain. That definitely made my morning.
In addition, I’m listening to the Fleet Foxes Pandora station as I type this, and I’ll be watching Netflix streaming later today. Life just can’t get any better.
But I keep referring to things as being in euros, and I have to concentrate really hard in order to not say Bonjour to the people I pass. And I chose to drink espresso today on my own. France will be so proud.